Inspired

I had just finished "Blink" by Malcolm Gladwell earlier in the day and with Darjeeling and the Himalaya as a backdrop, I was inspired to write. I can't really say what I was going for, but this is what came out.

Soundtrack while writing: Fionn Reagan - Bunkers or Basements

wake, rise
blink and begin to realize
that time, yeah it flies
like a hawk in the sky
recedes and proceeds
at once or at ease
in control of its flight
and i'm hoping i might
stop, think
forget about last week
when you told me no
it'd be better if i'd go
take this ticket
and see the world on my own
the poverty and pain
the way they dance when it rains
the rich man denying the beggar
pretending he's got no change
and i know some might say
the world stays the same
but their heads are hung low
it's beacuse they're ashamed
their eyes haven't seen
the inner-city kid on the street
pick a text-book retreat
instead of a night with those creeps
or the immigrant and his son
ask about the battles he's won
or the boy at the ashram
the horrors he's seen
bonded in a factory
and sold by his family
for pennies on the dime
hoping that in good time
he would soon come home
and take his place at the throne
but now he's ridden with scars
never an option to change his stars
but he goes on living and breathing
contributing to this little known feeling
that man and woman alike
can choose to put up a fight
and be a catalyst for change
so rape and murder no longer remain
the world will never ever be the same
if we all contribute in small, minute ways
we can put change in a can
or lend out your hand
and recognize that that person
is not a mere man
but he's you and he's me
and everything in between
so let us all fight
for our natural rights
to live and to be
in all actuality free
no longer shackled and chained
to a past that has changed